Dominated

by Isla Raine

  “Bloody hell,” Martha said angrily, pushing him away from the bedroom door.

  “I wouldn’t have came if it didn’t involve you and your new expansion.”

  “Let me get dressed then.”

  “Whilst you do, maybe untie her,” Freddie said, finally letting his laughter escape. “Tell her that you can meet again tomorrow, pick up where you left off, I’ll give you time off work.”

  “That’s so kind,” Martha said sarcastically as she pushed Freddie away from the bedroom once more. “Though Mabel is also at work tomorrow, so that will be of no help.”

  Martha turned her back to Freddie, causing a light wind to ripple at her robe, displaying even more of her silk skin to the man. She walked into the room, rolling her eyes and huffing, as she untied Mabel from the bed, not knowing what to do with the man that seemed to always be occupying her thoughts recently.

  As Martha’s mind wandered, she tried her best to get dressed and also tell Mabel that she would have to leave, that there was business she needed to attend to.

  “Christ Martha,” Mabel said placing her panties back on to her body, before taking the robe from Martha. “Who is that man anyways, I’m certain he’s not Italian, he’s not one of your family.”

  “A man that my father is doing business with Mabel, you don’t need to know anymore,” Martha said as she finished buttoning her clothes. “We will return to this and I’ll make it all up to you.”

  Martha placed a delicate kiss against Mabel’s cheek before she moved from the bedroom, her face suddenly skewing and becoming unimpressed with seeing Freddie even closer to her room.

  “Hello,” Freddie said as Mabel drifted from the bedroom, watching Martha storm passed Freddie, waiting for him at the door, tutting as she did so.

  Mabel didn’t manage to reply to the man because as he turned towards Martha, to the door, she caught a waft of his after shave, noting that she had smelled it before, a few days ago.

  Business Meeting

  Martha sulked into the passenger seat, her eyes upon the road as Freddie started the engine. Though Martha couldn’t keep her words in, they fell from her mouth instantly.

  “You’ve got some nerve Freddie, interrupting me.”

  “Ok, I owe you,” Freddie said looking towards Martha and the way that she sat unimpressed with her arms crossed over her chest. “Though I never thought that you would be that way inclined.”

  “Women are better than men, we know what we like.”

  “Is that so… because I though you seemed pretty satisfied with me the other night,” Freddie said sarcastically, a smile drifting across his face.

  “Yeah, right,” Martha said with a laugh, trying to pull off the words that she spoke, but she knew they lacked the truth. “And tonight, you’re taking me, where?”

  “If you want to export snow, then you need snow.”

  “And where would one find that?” Martha said, her eyes firmly upon the changing landscape in front of her.

  “Into the city.”

  “But why me? Why not my father?”

  Freddie explained that he worked with Martha because she wanted to be at the head of the business, and that she seemed like she knew what she was doing the most. It was also the best to be cautious, due to her brothers and uncle’s greed and selfishness, they often ran in with the law and would sometimes nearly take down Angelo with them. Whereas no one would look to a woman and think that she was operating a crime gang.

  The pair agreed that they both could never trust their brothers with business, that they didn’t seem to understand the small details of it, and how dire it could be at times.

  The meeting went well. The men seemed to underestimate Martha at first, purely because of her gender. Though she used this to her advantage. She soon managed to make herself in a position of power. Bargaining with them like she had done it for years.

  After a while, they agreed upon their numbers, albeit reluctantly from the other party.

  Once outside, Freddie opened the car door for Martha, looking down upon the woman with intrigue. There was something every so odd about her, how she fought for what she wanted, how she had her will.

  “You love to play with fire,” Freddie said with a smirk as he watched the woman try not to smile. “Don’t you?”

  “You also do.”

  “Like to play with fire?” Freddie asked, watching as Martha looked into his eyes, a small nod coming from her. “I guess, I do.”

  Before he even knew it, he had placed his thumb against her chin, only realising once she starting to move away, climbing into his car instead.

  Freddie moved inside of the car, turning on the engine and starting to drive down the dreary streets of the city, watching as all the homeless and drunk people came out to litter the night.

  “A toast to this new expansion?” Freddie said as he drove. “To celebrate that you have almost succeeded.”

  “I would love to, but you do realise that women aren’t allowed in most pubs.”

  “Martha,” Freddie said with a laugh. “I own this city, I own the people, I own the pubs. You can go inside any one of them.”

  Meeting the Family

  It was that easy for Martha to agree, to wander inside of one of the pubs that he owned, with no one paying attention to her gender because she was beside the powerful Frederick Gray.

  Martha trailed behind Frederick as he greeted various people inside of his pub, stopping to chat for them for a second. Eventually, they came to the back room, that was occupied by all of his family.

  Martha’s eyes fell to the floor as she realised the familiarity of some of the faces. Her face had started to flush pink, for her eyes had laid upon Mark, her future husband, for a mere second. Though he was sat beside another woman, who was of an Asian appearance, looking rather cosy.

  Martha took the seat closest to the door, feeling rather uncomfortable as those who did not know Martha, asked who she was. Though Mark, reluctantly introduced Martha as his fiancé, as the woman he would be forced to marry in around five weeks’ time.

  The presence of Martha seemed to sober the occupants of the room. Martha quickly looked around to view the faces, noting how the woman beside Mark seemed to be irritated.

  The woman was Lily Cho; she cared deeply for Mark, after all they had been seeing each other for a while, and neither of them had thought that it would ever come to this. I was clear to Martha that they both cared for each other, that they were besotted with one another.

  Martha wanted to talk to Lily, to tell her that it would be ok, that she would never get in their way, despite what she needed to do, how she had to marry Mark to make their families one. Yet Martha couldn’t, unless she could trust her, and she wouldn’t know that for a while.

  It was then that a woman with short dark hair approached her, blue eyes lingering all over Martha’s face and body.

  “You are Martha Bernasconi?”

  “I am, and you are?”

  “Lydia.”

  Upon hearing the exchange of names, Mark leaned over, ready to explain who Lydia was. Martha learned that Lydia was Frederick’s second wife and the mother of his daughter, Violet.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Martha said awkwardly, finding out for the first time about Freddie’s personal life.

  “When is your wedding?” Lydia asked, watching Martha look towards Freddie.

  “I actually don’t know,” Martha said with a laugh, her eyes falling upon the man in front of her.

  “The invitations will be sent out, and you will get one Lydia, be patient,” Freddie said before he left the room to go the bar.

  Martha observed the interaction between the married couple, noting that it was odd, that there was something amiss and that they didn’t seem like the average couple, though if there was an agreement for arranged marriages within the Grays, then that could be why, they were acting bizarrely.

  After a few beverages and chatter about the company in general, Freddie noted the
time, knowing that it would be a while for Martha to get home, because of how far she had to travel. Freddie rose to his feet, declaring that it was time for Martha to leave, and that he would take her home.

  “You?” Lydia asked with a laugh. “Is that not a job for Mark?”

  “Mark,” Freddie said his voice low and raspy. “Do you wish to take your fiancée back to her apartment?”

  Instantly, Lily’s face screwed, her fists were starting to ball. At times none of Freddie’s family truly liked him, and arranged marriages were one of many reasons why.

  “No, I’m not going to, uncle,” Mark replied his face contorting into a snarl, his words slurred together, he was clearly far too drunk for such words, for such an occasion.

  “With me then,” Freddie said as helped Martha slip into her coat, noting the look of displeasure upon his wife’s face.

  As they entered the main room of the pub, Martha felt words bubbling up into her throat. She had started to lose her filter from the alcohol that she had drank.

  “You and Lydia, your relationship, it seems rather odd.”

  “You shouldn’t ask about things like that,” Freddie said as he opened the door onto the road letting the chill invade Martha’s skin.

  Martha believed that Lydia and Freddie weren’t married from love, but because of other reasons. Though despite their distance with one another, the fact that they didn’t love each other, nor did they appear to be suited for one another, Martha still felt like they were involved, still sleeping with one another occasionally.

  Forbidden Desires

  Freddie pulled his car to a stop outside of Martha’s apartment, noting the lack of light flowing from the building, before he helped the woman out of his car and towards her door.

  Martha instantly noted that there was no one inside, that Mabel had not waited for her to return. This instantly angered her, knowing that she would have no true relief from her desires yet again.

  “Thank you again,” Freddie said as he started to leave Martha at the door. “Enjoy the rest of your night.”

  “Are you just leaving?” Martha said as she unlocked the door, turning to see his figure moving towards the pavement.

  “Yes?” Freddie responded confused as to what Martha’s words meant.

  “I thought you owed me a favour,” Martha said, feeling the passion overwhelm her, her desire for the man seeping over her every pore. In that moment, with him in front of her, her mind filled with anger about him interrupting Mabel and her, she lost her moral compass entirely.

  “I do, just tell me when…”

  “No,” Martha said with a laugh. “You interrupted me earlier, you destroyed my night.”

  “I almost forget about that,” Freddie said as he walked back towards the door. “How I made you leave your pretty friend.”

  “Exactly.”

  Martha opened the door, unveiling her small apartment for the man once more, before she turned her back to him, leaving the door sway in the breeze.

  Freddie was a man that liked to know everything, he wanted to suss everything out. Therefore, he stepped through the door, closing it behind him. He wanted to know what she was thinking, what she meant by her words, even though he had an inkling, even though he already knew.

  As soon as the door clicked shut, his hand ran over her cheek, wanting to feel her instantly, wanting to confirm what he thought in his mind. Though he lost his senses with her, his brain and what was right was immediately gone.

  Freddie leaned forwards, into Martha, pressing his lips against hers for a moment, begging for her to say something, to confirm what he wanted her to do. Then, he would leave. So, he thought.

  Freddie waited for her words, staring over her face, lingering over her lips.

  “Christ Freddie,” Martha said with a laugh, wanting nothing more than him in that moment. “Can you just fuck me already?”

  Freddie pulled away, feeling the surge of endorphins from the confirmation. Though he was weak with it. He had no strength with it, he couldn’t just leave, he had to do something about his own thoughts that were bundling inside of his head, that were causing his cock to swell.

  No words were said, but Freddie moved swiftly, pushing Martha firmly against the wall, sticking her to it, causing her to lose her breath for a moment.

  “I will do as you please, I will fuck you,” Freddie said, his voice only just audible as he slid his hand up her body, before gripping at her throat. “Let’s be clear, you aren’t the one in control, I make the rules.”

  The hand around her neck, slowly moved down her chest, before grabbing at her breasts. He leaned in towards her, knowing how much her breath was caught within her chest, before he placed his lips firmly against hers.

  “You should know,” Martha said between heated kisses, her body still pressed against the wall. “That I’m not easy to dominate.”

  “I’ll manage.”

  Freddie removed the jacket from Martha’s body, flinging it to the floor, before moving his hands back to her body, running them between her legs and beneath her skirt, feeling the softness of her, how delicate her skin felt to his fingers.

  His fingers moved towards her heated core, slowly inching towards where she needed to feel him the most. Martha let out a small moan upon feeling his touch creep towards her. His hands hooked beneath her panties, brushing over her folds slowly.

  “Soaking,” Freddie whispered into her ear, “already.”

  With those words lingering in her ear, he moved his hands from her panties, before taking his jacket off. It was her who would be undressed first, he took to the back of her dress, unbuttoning it like Mabel had done hours before.

  The dress hung from Martha’s body, exposing her black lace bra. Freddie moved forwards, trailing a series of kisses across her neck to her back, before his hands found the last buttons of her dress.

  It was different with Freddie, she didn’t feel the need to be rushed, to move towards what she needed, for she knew she would get it, she would succeed and she would enjoy every moment of feeling him do so, for the forbidden nature of it enticed her so much.

  With the last button undone, the dress was sent falling to the floor, leaving Martha in her lingerie, her lace bra and panties, her suspenders and stockings. It was the most he had ever seen of her and he looked like a wild animal that she couldn’t tame.

  With lust in his eyes, he led Martha towards her bedroom, before pushing her down onto the bed. The interaction was like the opposite she had earlier, and it was sending her heartbeat racing. This was what she wanted. It wasn’t Mabel. It wasn’t for her to be dominating someone. What she wanted was to be submissive and to be dominated by a man who knew what he was doing.

  Martha watched intently as Freddie started undress himself before her. Her eyes were going wild, trailing over every fresh patch of skin that he unveiled to her. As he removed the clothes, he spoke to her, his voice low and flat, demanding and wanting.

  “Will you be good?” Freddie asked as he sent his shirt to the ground. “Will you follow my rules?”

  “Yes,” Martha said as she waited for him to finish, though he wasn’t ever going to do what she expected.

  “Good,” Freddie said as he started to remove his belt. “Hands above your head.”

  Martha was certain that her heartbeat had stopped for a moment, that she had stilled in hearing his words. Though she was good, she would follow whatever he told her to do, and that excited her beyond all recognition.

  Martha placed her hands above her head, stretching out her torso and displaying her curves. Freddie leaned forwards, using the belt to tie her wrists against the bed.

  It was so much like earlier, but the roles reversed. Though this time the restraints weren’t small and flimsy, they were something that Martha could not escape from. That thought alone sent a flutter throughout Martha’s pussy.

  “What should I do with you?” Freddie said to himself, his lips moving into a smirk.

  He placed a series
of kisses upon Martha, starting with her lips before moving down her neck towards her breasts. Freddie moved the lace down, exposing most of her breast and her nipple to him. They were a perfect shape and colour, deliciously pink, and he wanted nothing more than to bit them gently.

  And that’s what he did. He leaned into her nipple taking it between his teeth and grazing it delicately, before repeating the same motion a little bit harder.

  Martha moaned at the feeling of her nipples being played with. Her hips thrusted up towards him, letting him know what she wanted. What would be better than playing with her breasts. Though that was what he wanted, the slow torture of arousal, and that was what she also loved about this situation.

  “You need to learn patience,” Freddie said before he pinned Martha back into the mattress.

  Martha had never truly been dominated before, she had always found the women wanting her to do it to them, and she never had the grace to ask for it the other way. Though she had always dreamed of it, always wanted to be subjected to it. And Christ, was she enjoying the way Freddie was being with her.

  Freddie was toying with her, he was playing with her completely, and he loved every second of it. He didn’t always get the chance to act in such a way, so he would completely relish in this act.

  Freddie moved himself back to Martha’s mouth, placing a kiss upon her lips, where instantly she tried to deepen it, to place her tongue onto him, licking at his lips to try to open his mouth up. Though the man only moved away, smirking as he did so, knowing exactly what he was doing to her.

  “So eager,” Freddie said, moving away from Martha’s face.

  It was like a repeat of the past few minutes, his lips trailed over to her breasts, playing with her nipples for a moment. Though he moved his kisses down her stomach across towards her lace panties, finally giving in to her a little bit, for he freed her from the material.

  His large hands found her thighs, where he ran them over for a second, before he composed himself, knowing that he didn’t want to go to fast. Slowly, he pushed her legs apart, to display her soaked pussy for him.